The good guys this week are my dry cleaners.  Great people and very polite.  Also my landlord’s mom.  I had some “wrinkle free” shirts in the washing machine today and she told me she could hang them on the line while I’m at work.  Do keep in mind an old boss of mine with a military background claimed there was no such things as a “wrinkle free” shirt.
 

The positive out of the way let me talk about the United States Postal Service.  If Ronald Reagan made any mistake it was that he stopped after the air traffic controllers.  Friday I signed up for local mail delivery.  There is an array of boxes at the end of my road and I was assigned one and given a key.  Today is Wednesday and I still can’t get inside.  I’m told the lock was changed.  Now I’m told there is still mail jammed in the box for the previous assignee and it’s jamming the lock.  Why the old tenant’s mail is still inside begs a few questions but having worked for this bloated quasi-government agency I can attest there are no quick answers.  Anyone charged with responsibility just points at someone else.
 

It was my hope I could open the mailbox today.  My former employer, the United States Postal Service, claims my last check was being mailed Monday.  This after it was lost for ten or 11 days.  This after a congressional office looked into the matter and was told I now had my check.  I explained to a congressional staffer that mailing me the check doesn’t mean I have it yet. 
 

When I sent Dan a “demo” of my work it came by United Parcel Service.  Go with the people you trust. 
 

Now you know why so many people go “postal”.  I’m not much one for shooting off firearms in crowded rooms.  I just make telephone calls to representatives and expect results but if you gave me a 16 pound hammer and allowed me to whack a postal counter a few dozen times I could be appeased. 
 

Next rant lay off the people who work at this radio station and our advertisers.  A radio station is a business.  Those among you owning your own business know what I’m talking about.  You want to come on-air and shoot your mouths off about our advertising partners?  You’ll soon find there isn’t anyplace to shoot off your mouth, aside from directing it at your spouse, if said spouse hasn’t already left you.  My impression the people giving us all the grief are known in their own neighborhoods as the, “Hey, you, get outta my yard” guys. 
 

I’ve a simple solution for you folks.  It’s called disconnecting your calls.  Many, many years ago I worked at a talk radio station and some French immigrant got barred from a show and then complained his right to free speech was being violated.  Friend, you can’t go into a mall, which is private property, and set up a soapbox and start spouting vitriol. 
A park perhaps but not at the mall and, for the most part, not here. 
 

From what I’ve seen so far most people here are smarter than counterparts in many other parts of the country.  So give it a rest. 
 

I’m reminded of a story my brother told me after he left our small hometown and never came back.  He lived in L.A., Fort Worth, Orlando, Calgary, South Korea and Bulgaria.  When I asked why he never came back home he replied that he didn’t want to live around 3,000 idiots.  Then he paused, thought for a moment, and reflected the idiots seemed to follow him wherever he went. 
 

I don’t plan to suffer any here.  It’s more than enough suffering liberals. 

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